Shir'at'uk sighed.
His green Yautja blood flowed through his veins, but now it was mostly seeping out through horrid wounds from his previous battle.
Staggering along the empty park in utter darkness—in exception to the bright Earth moon—Shi'at'uk found his feet step from a dewy, lush grass field onto a firm, dark pavement. He looked down. Surely, this was not the same Earth?
Brakes abruptly screeched. Lights flashed. And Shir'at'uk felt himself go numb as he was enveloped in a darkness as unwelcoming as death…
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"May the gods have mercy on all of you as you enter a battle of wit, skill, and determination. Only the brave and honorable shall come back alive…" An Elder, clad in the traditional armor and blood-red cape, raised his large hand to bless the Un-Blooded Hunters. Behind the Elder was a large black ship that would transport him and those he was addressing, as well as a portion of the other Blooded Hunters, to Earth.
On cue, the Hunters-To-Be lowered their heads in respect. Most of the Yautjas in the stands kept quiet as they waited for the rest of the ceremony in the large coliseum on Yautja to continue.
"Anasha. Come forth," the Elder's deep voice bellowed.
The stands roared with cheers as Anasha raised her head and stepped forward towards the white marble stairs that lead to Ini'yukar, the High Elder. Her jet-black hair was in the traditional dreadlock-style and her skin was a lighter brown with musty-brown spots; on Yautja, she was rather pretty. She attempted to suppress her high spirits, but failed miserably as her eyes told of her inner joy; most female Yautja were mainly raised for the purpose of breeding, cooking, and other house skills, but Anasha considered herself as lucky-since her parents had failed to produce a son, no matter how many offspring they had (twenty-seven, to be exact—quite normal for a Yautja family), Anasha had been given the opportunity to train, being the first born, and had succeeded in each course with flying colors…leading to this.
Ini'yukar smiled as Anasha stood in front of him on a lower platform. He laid his right hand on her left shoulder and shook gently, a Yautja way of greeting. Anasha nodded once and received her new weapons graciously and strapped them on, one of which were the shoulder cannon (ever since the incident one Earth had occurred, the Elders had vetoed the idea of having the shoulder cannons on Earth and instead would hand them to the new hunters before they took off to earth). She made sure as she was attaching each weapon on that she do so without any mistake—imagine the embarrassment of messing-up in front of an Elder and the rest of the Yautja society!
After fastening on the last weapon onto her belt, Anasha turned to the Elder and bowed. Ini'yukar nodded once and Anasha stood straight once more, and turned, walking onto the ship's platform and stood in the door-way.
Ini'yukar called Yu'ki—another female who had been granted the opportunity to hunt through "connections"—forward. Yu'ki had the same appearance as Anasha—in fact, the two had sometimes been confused for each other.
Yu'ki received her weapons and fastened them on, and then stood by Anasha. Shir'at'uk watched Yu'ki bend towards Anasha slightly and whisper something that stirred Anasha's manner. He grunted and waited for himself to be called forth.
-(end flash-back)-
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"Sir? What happens if it's like the case in 2004? Or 1904? Or-"
"Shurt up, Stanley!" Growled a burly man who was sitting on a desk, his back turned to the other person in the room. The man called Stanley fell quiet, his small frame shaking somewhat from the impact of the larger man's demanding voice. After the short pause, the man cleared his throat. "Besides, I have already briefed you on your mission and what must be done."
"…Right. Right, you're absolutely right. …Sir?"
"What is it?"
"…Who else is on the mission as well?"
The man sitting on the desk sighed and rubbed his temples, setting his cigar on the wooden table. Turning around solemnly, he glared at Stanley. "Jessica Myers—blonde hair, glasses, book worm. Tomas Anderson—light-brown hair, toned muscles, funny accent. Cleo Leopard—black hair, thinner than average, swears a lot. Kelsey Drew—dark-brown hair, strong, always knows what she's doing…"
"That it?"
"No, you idiot, you didn't let me finish! ...Andrew Sepich—lanky Australian, funny boots, smart-ass. Gordon Kiefer—retarded German, dark-brown hair, two front teeth are screwed. Kyra Fisher—blonde-streaked brown hair, nice body, is pretty stupid.Melissa Barrett—light-brown hair, respectful…someone you would go out with."
The man grinned at Stanley's sudden blush and added, "Because she would have pity on you."
Stanley issued a grunt and sighed. First, Antarctica...
Now, New York!
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FPM: well, good fun with that. I wonder how everyone is faring? (hint: little button on edge of the screen has the word "review" on it—something that is mandatory after reading through a chapter :) either way, i'm going to have some fun with this after a while…XD